[ he hums, sipping his own drink slowly, having chosen the sour one. he adjusts the pillows just a bit to situate the both of them comfortably and his brow knits quietly. ]
You did something with it. Probably more than he expected after all of that.
[ he lets out a breath. ]
That old cat spoiled you. [ translation: nature, nurture, something in that vein. he loved you dearly. ]
[ ugh. it makes his heart ache, and something thick well up in his throat, and lu bixing bites the inside of his cheek to calm it back down. ]
...He did. [ he says, softly, letting out a tiny little laugh and turning his face into lin jingheng's shoulder to muffle the feeling, hiding there. ] I have been so lucky.
[ because he could've been scaramouche. in another life, he was that angry kid drawing nuclear weapon schematics in crayon, desperately trying to rebuild. he has been so lucky, to have monoeye, and to have lin. luckier than he can even really process, or even understand. this brings it into a sharp focus. ]
[ slowly, he lets his palm stroke down his shoulder, feels the way lu bixing pushes his face into him and hides away from the world. lin jingheng closes his eyes and curls in close with him, reaching for one of the drinks blindly from the nightstand. he doesn't really know which it is and he doesn't care, just taking a sip from the rim of it and then nuzzling into lu bixing's hair softly. ]
... There are people here who have been just as lucky to have met you.
...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.
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You did something with it. Probably more than he expected after all of that.
[ he lets out a breath. ]
That old cat spoiled you. [ translation: nature, nurture, something in that vein. he loved you dearly. ]
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...He did. [ he says, softly, letting out a tiny little laugh and turning his face into lin jingheng's shoulder to muffle the feeling, hiding there. ] I have been so lucky.
[ because he could've been scaramouche. in another life, he was that angry kid drawing nuclear weapon schematics in crayon, desperately trying to rebuild. he has been so lucky, to have monoeye, and to have lin. luckier than he can even really process, or even understand. this brings it into a sharp focus. ]
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... There are people here who have been just as lucky to have met you.
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...maybe. he hopes so. he likes to think that he's a star of a person, that lu bixing is a light that people can hold onto. he's not sure if talking to scaramouche all this time was cathartic for either of them, for that sense of camaraderie, but... well.
maybe. he turns his face a little further, curls his fingers in jingheng's coat. ]
That's how I feel about you. [ a murmur, very soft. ] That was the luckiest day of my entire life.